WHEN I WAS SMALL
When I was small Sundays were special in every way,
There were things I couldn’t do on God’s very holy day.
Playing in the street was not allowed nor could I ride my bike,
I could not play cards or board games or Monopoly and the like.
I could play with dolls, read, play the piano a tune or two,
But couldn’t practice a new piece or my homework ever do.
Couldn’t jump rope or play hop-scotch or silly film stars,
Not even with my 00 gauge train with all its freight cars.
We could go to the park, feed the ducks. listen to the brass band,
But the swings, slides, tea pot lid were all closed so out of bounds.
We all went to grandad’s grave, twice a month with fresh flowers,
Visited aunts, uncles and cousins and sat and chatted for hours.
No shops were open anywhere except the odd chemist store
In case of emergency prescriptions needed if a doctor saw
A sick patient, but theses were very few and far between.
You could always tell it was Sunday, sweet peace was seen
(Millicent ) Ann Margetson July 3, 2005